He tried to be afraid, but it seemed like too much effort, it was all he could do to simply draw breath. The long fingered hands went into long arms t...at lifted him ever so delicately from the wreckage and against a chest as black as the hands and arms. A deep, rumbling voice spoke with a slight accent, Christopher couldn’t place. “Rest, child. You are safe now.” Chris fought to look at the face of his savior, and for the sake of the small river of fear running through his mind, he would later. ..maybe these adventures could have been true if I had been a little bolder. It was now the summer before my senior year of college and my Auntie “A” and I were beginning our 7th year of sexual encounters. We both had seasonal jobs at a local food processing plant that provided good paying jobs for college students and others. About 600 women worked there in 3 shifts as did about 200 men. The women were ranged in age from 18 to nearly 70, all sizes and shapes, pretty to homely and a good. -“ She started, but the stammering was driving me crazy so I backhanded her. “I did not give you permission to speak!” I yelled down as I pulled her up by her wrist as she tried to rebound from the surprising blow. Tears fell down her face. “Look at me.” I said in the most reassuring of tones, she did, expecting another slap. “What is your name girl?” She stopped sobbing long enough to tell me. “Ciarra” She choked out. This was not going to be any fun if she was defeated so easily. “Well. She found the sausage in her pack and led him back to the far side of the camp before giving it to him. “We’ll have to stay over here, and you’ll need to leave our horses alone. They’re part of my pack.”He sniffed the first piece tentatively before scarfing it down.As he ate, she said, “How did you end up here? We’re a long way from where we met last time.” They were at least a hundred miles from where she’d last encountered the wolf.He looked at her and whined.She didn’t know how to interpret.